IRC-Galleria

Everytime I hear your name,
It just makes me sick.
Everytime I see your face,
I remember, all these things that you've done.
Lately, you've been messin' with my head.
Last night you just fucked it all up.
You make me sick.

Another chance,
I was willing to give you,
one more try.
And all I needed was to you to make the first move.
Now I don't know,
'Cuz you confused me.
So can you just tell me,
What do you want?
Why are you playing games and messing with my mind again?
Is it so hard to tell what do you want from me,
Or do you even know what you're feeling?

(c) booberry